“This has been the best day. The very best day in all of November,” Barrett said.
It had been a good day, I suppose. But there was certainly nothing impressive or grand about it. We’d woken up, had breakfast, gone to church, had lunch, the entire family napped, the biggests shoveled, drank hot cocoa, watched a movie, ate dinner, watched more movie, and it was bedtime. There was nothing monumental or extraordinary about the day in my eyes. Except, perhaps, the nap. It was a relatively regular Sunday.
But to Barrett,
at age 5… and Jonah, at age 3… the day was full of great moments. Remarkable moments. The donut they split at church. Sunday school with their friends. Shoveling. The hot cocoa. And the introduction of one of my very favorite holiday movies {which happens to be available via Netflix} A Muppet Christmas Carol. Oh. Oh. Oh. And the “Christmas Eve-like meal” of soup, sausage, cheese, and crackers.
It was an ordinary day to me. So many of them are. But seen through the eyes of children, ordinary things are made extraordinary. We didn’t spend any money. We didn’t go to Disney World. Or an event. Or even a movie. We spent the day together, as a family. And just kept it simple.
And yet, to them, it merited the title of best. Because the bests, with these kids, seem to come in the most unassuming moments. The bests, sometimes, come easy.
What a brilliant reminder that there is comfort in the regular. There can be found, excitement in the easiest of moments. There is beauty in simplicity. And children are often very content just being home in their own space. And with the people that make them feel complete.
So while it’s fun to get out. Go. Do. And have experiences and moments that take a little more planning. It was the best day of November. So far. And we didn’t even have to work at it.
Bim. Bam. Boom.
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